GEORGE. Well, er—confound it, Olivia, I love you. Will you marry me?
OLIVIA. Thank you, George, I will think it over.
GEORGE (laughing). Silly girl! Well then, to-morrow morning. No wedding-cake, I'm afraid, Olivia. (He laughs again) But we'll go and have a good lunch somewhere.
OLIVIA. I will think it over, George.
GEORGE (good-humouredly). Well, give us a kiss while you're thinking.
OLIVIA. I'm afraid you mustn't kiss me until we are actually engaged.
GEORGE (laughing uneasily). Oh, we needn't take it as seriously as all that.
OLIVIA. But a woman must take a proposal seriously.
GEORGE (alarmed at last). What do you mean?
OLIVIA. I mean that the whole question, as I heard somebody say once, demands much more anxious thought than either of us has given it. These hasty marriages—